Where I Am From: A Poem of Heritage

I am from laundry dried on the clothesline, Tropicana orange juice, and Johnson & Johnson’s baby oil. I am from Vicks in the winter and school supplies bought at Woolworth before September. I am from a three-story, green, attached house … Continue reading

This Is Not a Tribute to Kobe Bryant

When I found out who Fred Noonan was—that Amelia Earhart didn’t disappear alone—it made me feel less secure of my grip on reality. I was a child who never believed in Santa Claus, and so I never experienced having that … Continue reading

I Want to Be Your Ocean

I want to be your favorite shirt. Not the shirt you wear like a mask to all those starched stiff occasions in life where you feel like a person playing the part of yourself as an adult. I want to … Continue reading

Forgiveness, Judgement, and Outrage

Bible open to 1 Corinthians 13

I wish everyone would choose love and kindness and a genuine desire to understand differences and extend compassion over divides instead of hatred, outrage, or violence. However, I also believe… Continue reading

I Fell in Love

The first time I fell in love, it was with dance. The notion of movement and music coming together to produce something new and altogether elevated delighted and moved me. The second time I fell in love, it was with … Continue reading

This Time of Thanksgiving

A sunny day—light making translucent the leaves. A song so compelling I have to move to the beat. A joke that sets me to laughing uncontrollably. Cute dogs, comfy socks, and a good night’s sleep. Standing at the shore of … Continue reading

Home, Sweet Home

Dear Home, I miss you. I miss what you used to give me: shelter, warmth, and security. I miss running up and down your steps—taking the stairs two at a time and always jumping down from three up (much to … Continue reading